Il brivido della vita

I really need
To feel like a fool
With this new law
I’m always risking my license
I want to wake up tomorrow
From a collective hallucination
Sleep on a bench
Strip down and make love on some nettles

It’s the thrill of life, it’s the thrill of life
The thrill of life
Yeah, the thrill of life

And maybe I just really need
To feel like a big idiot
To be teetering on the edge
Of frustration
And to stain my life and my shirt with wine
Drunk on regrets, I sing and laugh it off
But maybe I just really need
To feel alive all the time

I’d like to get married in Argentina
Among party favors and Bombonera
Tell you I love you in the morning
On a sidewalk with spray paint
Dance naked at Bambolero
And then bet it all on black
Because sooner or later the wheel turns
I want to come back tomorrow night
From a lunch that turns into dinner
Sleep on a cliff
Following the wind like a flag
It’s the thrill of life, it’s the thrill of life
The thrill of life
Yeah, the thrill of life

And maybe I just really need
To feel like a big idiot
To be teetering on the edge
Of frustration
And to stain my life and my shirt with wine
Drunk on regrets, I sing and laugh it off
But maybe I just really need
To feel alive all the time

Because in the end, it takes little
Just friends and good wine
And I can’t complain, it’s already a lot that I’m alive
Maybe that’s why I need to feel alive all the time